Here it be!

[reymonkey]

Okay kiddies, doing this here to keep it all central or something, and because I know most of my RP buddies also read this journal. Post what and who and I'll write a little thingie. Ficlet? Aren't drabbles technically 100 words? I'm not that exacting. Active (as much as any of my RP chars are active these days) pups are dirk__gently, maylookatkings, call_me_rat, greyedwhite, thrasherpunk, and

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[courtneycrumrin]

Murderous!Fisher, please! And maybe a Dorky!Chaz. Ooh, can I get an Incarcerated! Dirk, too?

[maylookatkings]

Courtney was the first one to notice the smell. Aloysius, who lived mostly in the upper floors, just shrugged when her parents brought it up. "We live next to the woods. Animals are bound to wander over once in a while, and even most of the house goblins don't want to tangle with a skunk."
He said it might wander off on it's own by night, but the next morning the smell was still there. It came up through the vents, but when Courtney scoured the basement (carefully) she couldn't find it. After her fruitless search she went upstairs to ask Fisher what he thought. She found him asleep on her pillow. He stank.
"Oh... my god... Fish what have you been up to?!?"
He opened his one good eye, and grunted. "Bastard's on my turf

[thrasherpunk]

in retrospect she probably shouldn't have pushed the button.
It was huge and full of a wider variety of people than Greenwich village on a busy night. Chaz couldn't resist exploring. She gravitated to a group of people who looked close to her age, and listened to them talk about music for a few minutes before she tried to join in. "That sounds pretty radical, but I like the Clash and the Dead Kennedys." They turned to look at her, with her high-top sneakers with bright yellow laces, her skinny jeans, puffy-paint graffiti T-shirt, and her jeans jacket. she pulled out a Walkman covered in stickers, and headphones big enough to double as earmuffs.
"Uhh... what's that?"

((Chaz is dorky just by being 80's...))

[dirk__gently]

They had taken his red hat, and, perhaps more inhumane still they had taken his cigarettes. Svlad Cjelli sat on the edge of his cot and stared at the far well, mouth twisting continuously in a low mutter. He'd spent a while being in shock, then frittered away some time with denial, and eventually descended into the depths of rage at the unfairness of the universe until it left him feeling drained and shaky

[courtneycrumrin]

This is amazing. I love it.

[dirk__gently]

I thought it actually came out pretty good. Maybe I should slap it up on DA for the lulz.